This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"It's early in the morning, wake up!"

Ferdinand II, who was hungover, was about to yell and curse a few times to shut up the loud guy when he was punched in the stomach.

The strength of this punch is just right, it will not lose a few parts in his stomach, and it will make him wake up quickly.

The only downside is that this one punched himself in the stomach.

Ferdinand II lay on the bed and retched for a long time, then wiped his saliva and said, "Rorin, how did you come to my room? I remember that I locked the door."

"Door? What kind of door?"

Ferdinand II looked in the direction of the door, and all he saw were debris all over the floor.

A little farther away, his adjutant is embedded in the wall like a mural, and it is estimated that he will have to send someone to detain it later.

He looked at Luo Lin expressionlessly: "Are you here to assassinate me?"

"Who do you think I am! I am open and frank, and I have always been clear!"

"...Okay, I apologize. Are you trying to kill me outright?"

"No, I asked you to have breakfast!"

"...It's only five o'clock now, I'm sleeping for a while, let's combine breakfast, lunch and dinner, I'm not hungry yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was punched in the stomach again.

Ferdinand II retched for a long time again, vomiting nothing but bile.

"You have nothing in your stomach, come and have breakfast with me! Before breakfast, brush your teeth with salt and wash your face. Temperament will affect a person's heart, and a decadent temperament can only bring a decadent soul."

"I'm just an abolished nobleman, and I have nothing to do with your church. And I've read your profile, and you've been expelled from Roland Church."

"It's okay, anyway, I will call back sooner or later! Come here, eat, come and exercise for me when you are full!"

Ferdinand II was forced out of the room by Rowling and came to the square of the barracks.

A pile of corpses of monsters were placed in the middle of the square. Several exiles who were once butchers skillfully skinned and bled these monsters, and then made large pieces of monster meat into barbecue steaks and gave them to other hungry exiles. .

Ferdinand II was also forcibly given a steak.

The steak was grilled to half-cooked, and the monster's head was still hanging not far away, its dead fish-like eyes staring feebly at the sky.

So ugly.

Rubbing his stomach, Ferdinand II felt that there was no movement inside.

"I'm not hungry. Ever since I was deprived of my title, I have lost my sense of taste. Everything I eat now is like dirt."

"Really! Divine painter!"

"I'm not your subordinate, can you be more polite?" said the divine painter, who was eating the monster's steak, dissatisfied.

"Please, Oni-chan~"

"Disgusting! Where did you hear that?"

"When you were talking in your sleep! At that time you said righteously 'Since you already know, then don't call me sister, call me Oni-chan'! So what kind of dream are you doing! And , are you a woman, the gender of slime is amazing!"

"No, he's a pure man! It's just that he occasionally releases a little girlish heart! Which hunk doesn't have a little princess in his heart! Forget it!"

"Then help me, Oni-chan~"

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Well, I'll help, can't I help! Damn it, don't tell me about this for the rest of your life!"

"It depends on your performance."

"Damn bastard!"

The divine painter ran out angrily, and came back with a drawing board after a while.

"Tell me, what effect do you want?"

"It can make people want to eat after seeing it."

"Easy, five minutes."

Bite on the paintbrush, the divine painter quickly drew on the drawing board, his movements were so fast that it dazzled people.

Ferdinand II, who was on the sidelines, rubbed his eyes vigorously, but he still couldn't make him disappear.

"Am I already this drunk?"

"Wake up, you didn't drink!"

"Then why can slimes talk and draw? Am I crazy or the world is crazy?"

"do not mind the details!"

"Is this a detail!"

When Ferdinand II was roaring crazily, the divine painter had already finished the painting.

He turned the drawing board half a circle, so that the things on the canvas could be clearly seen by Ferdinand II.

As soon as he saw the content on the canvas, Ferdinand II felt a chill in his heart.

It was a vivid picture of hell, with countless skinny hungry ghosts eating crazily around a pile of food. Their gluttonous appearance made people feel their hunger for food intuitively.

He turned his eyes away in fear, never expecting that a painting can bring such a strong visual impact to people.

And after the fear, he suddenly had a strange feeling.

He felt his stomach rumbling, as if a mill was constantly turning in his stomach, reminding him to bring in the food.

Now, immediately, immediately!

The hunger in his stomach became stronger and stronger, so that he could no longer restrain himself, picked up the steak in front of him, and began to bite hard.

The steak was not evenly grilled, some places were burnt, and some places still had blood.

But anyway, he has no sense of taste, and he eats everything the same.

After eating with big mouthfuls, Ferdinand II swallowed the meat together with the juice. He ate up the entire one kilogram of steak, but the hunger in his stomach did not ease much.

"I'm still hungry."

"Then eat more! Enough meat!"

Another whole kilogram of steak was placed in front of him.

Ferdinand II no longer cared about the etiquette of the nobles. He directly grabbed the steak with his hands, devoured the steak like the hungry ghost he just saw, and within a few minutes This piece of steak was eaten in the stomach.

He still couldn't taste anything, but the food that was sent into his stomach made him feel so satisfied at this moment that he let out an uncontrollable groan.

"It's comfortable."

"Very well, then remember to eat lunch regularly! Now, take a fifteen-minute break and do squats with me!"

"I just want to sleep in and have a drink when I wake up."

"The Divine Painter!"

"Come here, why do I feel that it is better for me to go back to the Demon King?"

The sudden hearing of the word "devil king" aroused Ferdinand II's vigilance, but before he could ask a question, he saw the drawing board of the divine painter.

Oops!

He has now realized that the paintings of the divine painter have extraordinary magic power. They can create a strong suggestive effect, making people strongly want to act according to the content in the painting.

At this time, the content on the drawing board is a strong man lifting weights.

The other party's figure is in a mess, it is a body obtained after a lot of tempering, every muscle is built by sweat, exuding a natural and harmonious beauty.

There is also a title next to it: "Xiaojun, the eternal god".

The moment he saw this painting, he was attracted by this god on earth. A strong desire to exercise appeared in his heart, and he couldn't help shouting: "Take my iron sheet come over!"